❧ Zombie Apocalypse [ There are two things that are infinitesimally valuable during these "end of days". Firstly, the ability to execute a silent kill, and secondly, speed.
Both are talents Lancer possesses and despite the risk one takes in traversing the city streets alone, especially at night, he's willing to venture outside of the boarded up apartment he and a small group of fellow "survivors" have made their shelter for the good of everyone. Typically, supplies runs are only ever done during the day, when sunlight tends to keep most of the undead hidden away in the shadows of abandoned and destroyed buildings where the cold keeps their decomposing flesh better preserved. However, the group is running out of food and while he may not need to eat, the others do. Time isn't a luxury they can afford. They're getting weaker. Suffice to say that due to his status as a Heroic Spirit, Lancer can't quite remember what hunger pains feel like in the most visceral of senses, but he is not without compassion and the suffering of his friends isn't a fact of life he can simply accept with detachment when he can actually do something.
It was an easy decision. He's the only one of them who's still in peak physical condition, he's a skilled warrior, and he's fast. He figured he'd be gone and back before anyone noticed. The night would provide for him the cover he chose to deprive himself of by departing on his own, without his usual partner who makes these perilous errand runs with him.
Lancer practically glides along the rooftop of a large grocery store, sleek and silent as a raven, searching for a way in. The normal entrances on the ground level have been barricaded. He can't get in without making a ruckus and that would be a sure way to attract unwanted attention. Though it seemed the store didn't have a second floor when he looked inside through a barred window, he is hoping he'll be able to find structural damage he can exploit more discreetly. After a little bit of testing the flat roof for durability, he finds it-- a place where the stucco and plaster cracks beneath a blow from Gae Dearg. With a smile, he slams his foot down on the weakened area and it crumbles away with a slight groan, revealing wood and padded insulation. He drops in, then uses his spears to cut himself a path through the wall. ]
(( OOC ; Yes, suddenly, this became a Test Drive Your Lancer meme. Canon drop point is post-death and I'm hand-waving that he has been in the city for a while. Your character can either be Lancer's scouting partner, another "survivor" he stumbles upon, or something completely different. |3a Feel free to presume some acquaintanceship between your character and Lancer! Er, and yes, the spot is active if you'd like to play that up. ))
Lancer | Fate/Zero
[ There are two things that are infinitesimally valuable during these "end of days". Firstly, the ability to execute a silent kill, and secondly, speed.
Both are talents Lancer possesses and despite the risk one takes in traversing the city streets alone, especially at night, he's willing to venture outside of the boarded up apartment he and a small group of fellow "survivors" have made their shelter for the good of everyone. Typically, supplies runs are only ever done during the day, when sunlight tends to keep most of the undead hidden away in the shadows of abandoned and destroyed buildings where the cold keeps their decomposing flesh better preserved. However, the group is running out of food and while he may not need to eat, the others do. Time isn't a luxury they can afford. They're getting weaker. Suffice to say that due to his status as a Heroic Spirit, Lancer can't quite remember what hunger pains feel like in the most visceral of senses, but he is not without compassion and the suffering of his friends isn't a fact of life he can simply accept with detachment when he can actually do something.
It was an easy decision. He's the only one of them who's still in peak physical condition, he's a skilled warrior, and he's fast. He figured he'd be gone and back before anyone noticed. The night would provide for him the cover he chose to deprive himself of by departing on his own, without his usual partner who makes these perilous errand runs with him.
Lancer practically glides along the rooftop of a large grocery store, sleek and silent as a raven, searching for a way in. The normal entrances on the ground level have been barricaded. He can't get in without making a ruckus and that would be a sure way to attract unwanted attention. Though it seemed the store didn't have a second floor when he looked inside through a barred window, he is hoping he'll be able to find structural damage he can exploit more discreetly. After a little bit of testing the flat roof for durability, he finds it-- a place where the stucco and plaster cracks beneath a blow from Gae Dearg. With a smile, he slams his foot down on the weakened area and it crumbles away with a slight groan, revealing wood and padded insulation. He drops in, then uses his spears to cut himself a path through the wall. ]
(( OOC ;
Yes, suddenly, this became a Test Drive Your Lancer meme.Canon drop point is post-death and I'm hand-waving that he has been in the city for a while. Your character can either be Lancer's scouting partner, another "survivor" he stumbles upon, or something completely different. |3a Feel free to presume some acquaintanceship between your character and Lancer! Er, and yes, the spot is active if you'd like to play that up. ))